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The Golden Balls (Barca x GN reader)
(Sorry for bad grammer and mistakes. also not fully up to date with both team's players so i tried)
It was a sunny morning at the Barcelona training grounds, and F/N was out on the pitch with some of their fellow teammates from both the men's and women's teams. They were engaged in a light training session, working on their passing and shooting skills.
F/N, known for their incredible goal scoring abilities, was feeling confident and wanted to show off a bit. Ter Stegen was waiting in goal, As Alexia passed the ball toward F/N, They decided to attempt a flashy, no-look shot. With a sly grin on their face, they hit the ball looking away from the net, thinking he could bend it into the top corner of the net.
However, what happened next was not what F/N had intended. They completely whiffed it. And missed the goal completely, not toward the net, but directly toward the group of coaches who were observing the training session.
In a split second, F/N's, Alexia's and Stegen's eyes all widened as they realized the impending disaster. The ball sailed through the air faster then the eye could see, hitting one of the coaches,
"AHHHHHHOOWW"
Coach Torres, right in the golden balls.
A collective gasp and ohs echoed across the training grounds as Coach Torres crumpled to the ground, clutching his aching groin. The players, both men and women, some froze in shock whilst others started to laugh at the puskas award worthy shot. Whilst F/N covered their face in embarrassment as they looked through the gap between their fingers
Coach Torres, in quite a LOT of pain but also trying to maintain his dignity, managed to mutter, "Well, that was quite the shot, L/N." whilst slowing holding up a thumbs up
F/N rushed over, a mix of concern and embarrassment on their face. "I am so, so sorry, Coach! I didn't mean to... I mean, that was a total accident!"
The other coaches and Xavi couldn't help but chuckle or try and hold their laughs. Coach Torres, still wincing, managed a weak smile but had some evil behind the eyes and said, "No harm done, F/N. Just a reminder we are doing quite a lot of conditioning with you today" F/N wanted to protest but didn't want to make a scene. They walked back to the other players to continue training
As F/N walked, still blushing from the embarrassing mishap with the ball and Coach Torres, they found himself face to face with thier teammates
Lucy Bronze, wore an amused but cheeky smile on her face. "Nice shot, F/N," she teased, giving them a playful bump on the arm and ruffling their hair. "I've seen you score some amazing goals, but that was a different kind of 'nutmeg' altogether." F/N sighed and walked past the lionesses
Kiera Walsh chuckled and said, "You might want to stick to those incredible headers you're known for, mate. I think we need to start practicing 'no-look passes' with you, Jack." before breaking into giggles again and tried to hide behind Bronze to control her giggles
F/N stood next to Alexia who was standing with her hands behind her back and tilted her head at them
Alexia: "Well, that was certainly unexpected, F/N." F/N looked down trying to not break. "Let's hope a unluckily Barcelona fan isn't in line for one of these in a game" F/N bit their lip, supressing a laugh. Even though it was a bad though, the image of accidently hitting their own fans with a ball whilst the fan is cheering them is funny
Lewandowski before he took his shot couldn't resist teasing, "F/N, you've got a cannon for a foot. Just be careful where you point it!" F/N mouthed "sorry"
Ona grinned. "You made our training session a lot more entertaining, F/N. That was a real 'kick' in the... well, you know."
Caldentey, rested a arm on Ona's shoulder and chimed in, "At least Coach Torres won't forget your name anytime soon." F/N scratched the back of thier head.
F/N: "This isnt going away anytime soon" as they looked down. To which Walsh head popped out behind Bronze
Kiera: "Oh never!" as they proceeded to giggle and hide again
Roberto chuckled and said, "Jack, that was some next-level trick shot."
Marc-André ter Stegen offered a sympathetic nod to Coach Torres and then turned to F/n, saying, "Don't worry, Jack. We've all had our share of embarrassing moments on the field. It's all part of the game."
De Jong, simply shrugged and said, "Well, I must say that was a memorable shot."
Y/N couldn't help but join in the laughter. They had inadvertently provided a moment for their teammates and it had lightened the mood on the training grounds.
"Thanks, guys," F/N said with a sheepish grin. "I guess even the best can have their off days." They said with a cheeky grins which was responded with eye rolls and laughs
French Man from spongebob:"5 Hours later"
F/N trudged back home, still nursing a bit of embarrassment from the incident on the training ground earlier that day and feeling the pain from the heavy conditioning workout Coach Torres had imposed on him as a "reminder" to keep their shots on target.
As they arrived home, they greeted his their loyal and understanding Rottweiler, Leo. who wagged their tail in response. F/N plopped down on the couch, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and relief that the day was finally over.
Just as they was settling in, they heard a familiar voice from the window across the street. It was Mapi León, one of his neighbors, along with Ingrid Engen. F/N leaned over to peer out his window as Mapi called out to him.
"Hey, F/N!" Mapi said with a mischievous grin. "Have you checked the groupchat lately?"
F/N furrowed thier brow. Mapi and Ingrid weren't at training today, so why were they bringing up the groupchat? F/N picked up thier phone and quickly opened the team's chat.
As they scrolled through the messages, their E/C eyes widened in disbelief. There it was. a CCTV video clip of their earlier mishap with Coach Torres, shared by Raphinha who somehow got the footage.
The video was accompanied by a chorus of laughing emojis, crying-laughing GIFs, and comments from teammates who had been absent from training.
"I can't stop laughing!"
"F/N, you're a legend!"
"Best nutmeg ever!"
"Poor Coach Torres!"
"This made my day!"
F/N couldn't help but laugh themselves, even though they was the subject of the video. It seemed that the Barcelona team had an uncanny ability to find humor in even the most embarrassing situations.
Mapi and Ingrid, still hanging out of their window, were practically in stitches. "You, my friend, have provided the team with entertainment for weeks to come!" Ingrid exclaimed.
F/N chuckled and shook his head. "This is really isn't going away anytime soon"
The trio continued to chat and laugh about the incident, turning what could have been a humiliating moment into a shared joke among teammates and friends. Not knowing that a Lucy Bronze with an evil smile is uploading the video to twitter
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Whumptober 2023: 5 (Barca)
No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”
Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”
For whatever reason, Madrid really had it out for you. Usually, they were a little rough with everyone, but today it seemed like you had a target on your back. Multiple players had gotten yellow cards because of what they did to you- illegal tackles, hair pulling, the works. It was an attestment to how well you were playing, but it still hurt.
Your teammates had refrained from getting revenge, not that they didn’t want to. But you popped up from the ground every time, giving a thumbs up to them. Were you really okay? No, but you needed your teammates to not start attacking the opponents so you smiled through the pain.
The final whistle had just blown, but before you could stop you felt a Madrid player tackling you. Your head crashed into the pitch, bouncing from the impact. Your legs were slit open from her cleats, blood dripping. It was bad.
You can faintly hear shouting- you would later learn it was your teammates yelling at your attacker. You squint your eyes open, not remembering shutting them. The sun was hurting your eyes, but, as you went to close them again, a gentle hand rested on your cheek.
“Cálmate pequeña, estás bien.”
You know that voice, but you can’t remember who it is. You can, however, remember that the person who hurt you spoke Spanish. Whining, you try to move away from the voice, afraid that whoever it was would hurt you again.
Alexia frowns at your reaction, again trying to soothe you. But, when you hear the Spanish, you try to move away. This time, though, she could hear you mumbling- pleading to her not to hurt you. Her heart broke.
She stands from where she had crouched next to you, quickly shifting to kneel by your head. Grabbing your shoulders, she pins you down. You cry out, helpless. Alexia wants nothing more than to scoop you into her arms and hold you. She wants to reassure you, but she can’t. All she can do is keep you still so you don’t injure yourself even more.
“It’s okay,” she says quietly, “we’re going to help you.”
“Lucy, Kiera,” she shouts, “I need help.”
Upon hearing their names, the two girls race towards you. They knew it must be bad, if Alexia couldn’t calm you down they didn’t know how they would be able to. Dropping to their knees on either side of you, they look to Alexia as to how they can help.
“You need to take her,” Alexia says, emotion evident in her voice, “please. She’s afraid of me, I think she might react better to you.”
With a confused look, Lucy and Kiera nod. Lucy moves to take Alexia’s spot, pinning you down to the pitch. Kiera cups a hand to your cheek, leaning down and speaking quietly to you.
The medics arrive soon after, trying to shoo the women away. Neither are deterred, staying where they are and only shifting to allow the medics room to assess you. They quickly begin to assess you, clearing your spine and allowing Lucy to release her grip. It’s clear that you have a concussion and your legs will need to be taken care of, but for now they wrap the cuts up in gauze. Once you're calmed, it would be easier to treat you.
“You’re alright, little bit,” Lucy says, pushing the baby hairs off of your face.
You whine again, but your eyes flutter open and the women watch as you look around dazedly.
“I- I wan-” you can’t seem to find the words, but the others know what, or who, you’re looking for.
“She’s right here, she’s coming” Kiera assures you, gesturing Alexia back over.
She crouches by your side. Once she’s in your line of sight, you pitifully reach your arms out to her. Combined with the pout on your face, it’s hard to resist.
“Lexi, please,” you beg.
Alexia can no longer contain herself, moving to sit fully on the ground. She reaches down, hands under your shoulder blades to pull your torso up. Once you’re close enough, you flop into her body.
“Shh, mija, I’m right here.”
Your hands are tangled in the back of her jersey, ensuring she won’t pull away. Not that she ever would, she’s not leaving your side. Awake and oriented, you snuggle into Alexia as she holds you close.
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Sunsets and footballers (Part 17)
Lucy Bronze x Reader (17)
Masterlist (other parts here)
“I’ll tell you what she said when I see you in a few days, okay? I think it’s better done face to face.”
Jordan sighed. “You’re right, it’s just my emotions talking. And you’re sure you’re okay? You have a nasty black eye in that photo..”
“I think that’s the worst it’s going to get, fingers crossed. It’s still sore, and I’m going to have a scar but I’m okay, Dory.” Lucy nudged her and jerked her chin towards the phone. “Oh, and Lucy wants you to know that you’re my bodyguard while she’s in Spain.”
“I’m smaller than you, mate!” Jordan laughed. “I’ll just make you come to all the training sessions so we have a Villa army to protect you.”
“I don’t think management will be happy with the potential of your players getting bricked by three of Lucy’s wives, but I’ll take whatever I can get!”
Jordan laughed and Lucy groaned at that, not looking impressed. YFN reached out and stroked her cheek.
“Oh, and you two soft-launched again?!”
“Did we?”
“Hard launch incoming soon!” Lucy said loud enough for Jordan to hear.
YFN raised her eyebrows and Lucy wiggled hers cheekily.
They ended the call with promises to see each other soon and talk about Leah.
YFN turned to Lucy who was doing a crossword. It was night time now, the Arsenal girls had left, and they were alone for another night in the hospital. YFN had suggested that Lucy go home to a more comfy bed, but that idea was met with an absolute no. She’d brought more clothes for them, as well as things to keep them entertained. Like the crossword.
“It’s late…” YFN said.
Lucy nodded, finishing her word and then putting the it away. She put her arms behind her head and laid back against the inclined hospital bed, her eyes roaming over her girlfriend unashamedly.
“We need to talk about lawyer costs. I-”
“No.”
“Luce, please-”
“Nope.”
“This is my issue.. it’s unfair.”
Lucy shrugged. “Even if it was your issue, which it isn't.. your issues are my issues.”
“I have the money, you know.”
Lucy raised an eyebrow at YFN’s cheeky attempt to start an argument. She was amused by it. “So do I, so much that I don’t know what to do with it. And if I can’t spend it on the people I love then what’s the point?”
YFN’s heart skipped at beat at that word, love, and she shared a look with Lucy, but chose to not go down that rabbit hole. Not yet. “Makes me feel like a prostitute.”
The most genuine laugh bubbled up in Lucy that she’d ever heard. “Oh, I’d pay much more for your sex.”
YFN groaned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t like-”
“-things feeling one sided and like you’re not contributing?”
She pouted at the knowledge that Lucy had perfectly summed up her thoughts.
Lucy leant forwards and took her by the waist, pulling her onto her. Lucy’s hands went under her shirt, massaging her hips and waist. YFN’s hands found Lucy’s traps and gently traced there, and up the sides of her neck. All of it was so... natural.
“You give me so much already. There’s no keeping tabs here. You’d do the exact same for me.”
YFN knew there was no winning the conversation, also knowing she’d get her back at some stage. Money didn’t mean much to either of them, and even if it did, they were both happy to spend any amount on each other.
YFN’s hands had moved up to the sides of Lucy’s head, tracing the outlines of her ears before letting her hair down for the night, removing her glasses, and weaving her fingers in her hair, gently massaging. Lucy groaned, her eyes rolling back, lips parting as her head automatically tilted back into her fingers. Lucy enjoyed the feel for a while before she adjusted, one hand going to YFN’s lower back, pressing her forward while the other carefully pushed up the front of the shirt she was wearing – Lucy’s shirt – just high enough to expose her breasts to the cool air of the room. She brushed her lips over her nipple, then her tongue, and then it was in her mouth, gently sucked, her tongue getting involved. YFN whimpered, her hands gripping in Lucy’s hair, holding her there. It was one of her favourite things, and the feel of Lucy’s jaw shifting as she sucked was one of the sexiest things to her. Lucy took her time and began kneading her second breast in preparation. She eventually finished with the first, covering it with her shirt so it wasn’t cold and moving onto her other nipple, tongue circling around it teasingly before taking it in her mouth. YFN groaned, her insides getting needy and she had to restrain herself from grinding on her girlfriend.
“God, you’re such a tease.” YFN moaned, a little breathless.
Lucy chuckled with her nipple still in her mouth and sucked a little longer before she let go, pulling her shirt back down and making sure it covered her hips.
“You started it.”
She scoffed and unwillingly dismounted her athlete of a girlfriend, crawling under the covers and patiently waiting until Lucy had lowered the bed and was also under the covers, holding her.
YFN was glad to be leaving the hospital. She was even more glad to be leaving the city, though this had come with a little speed bump as she needed her stitches out in 5 days, and would no longer be in the city. Luckily, she was referred to a doctor in Birmingham who made an appointment for her. Lucy wasn’t entirely happy that she wouldn’t be there and again tried to tell YFN that she could delay her flight. That wasn’t an option for her.
They left the hospital and went straight to Lucy’s London home. Lucy wasn’t more than a metre away from her at all times, incredibly protective and aware of their surroundings. YFN loved this, and was okay with it because it made her feel safe, and Lucy more relaxed knowing she was safe. They packed and left the apartment early, trying to beat the traffic. They didn’t. Normally this would frustrate Lucy but YFN made sure she was well entertained with music, singing, terrible jokes, and being fed all of the snacks she could possibly want. And when all else failed, she even pulled Lucy's hand under her shirt and bra to grab her breast. This worked immediately, of course, the right-back threatening to find an empty parking bay along the way.
They drove straight through Birmingham and kept going on to Manchester. They arrived just after midday and drove straight to Lucy’s house to get settled in. YFN kept her clothes in her suitcase though, knowing they’d be leaving for Birmingham in a day or so. While Lucy unpacked and changed her clothes, YFN wandered the house, getting a feel for it. Her house in London had been similar, very simplistic, modern, neutral colours. It was a mix of concrete greys, white and black, offset by the silver of the kitchen appliances and the sun shining through the skylight. The only trophy to be seen was one from when she was young, with a picture of young Lucy, her mum, dad, brother and baby sister as she held the award proudly. She had a few photos around the house, all of family and a few of Narla. YFN thought she looked cute. Outside was small, a little courtyard of lawn and a small patio, just large enough to entertain her family. She remembered having a discussion with Lucy about where she’d live after she retired, and she’d wanted to stay in Manchester, close to her family, though wanted a house big enough to have a football pitch in the back yard. As she stared outside she felt two arms sliding around her as Lucy hugged her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.
“Do you like it?”
YFN leant her head against Lucy’s and nodded. “I love it. It feels… like being on the inside of your brain. All neat and tidy, but bright and open.”
Lucy chuckled. “Yeah, this place has been good to me. Wish I had a bigger back yard though.”
YFN smiled because she’d just been thinking that exact same thing. She leant her head back, exposing her neck and Lucy took advantage, her lips caressing and kissing that sensitive skin.
“If you keep doing that, we're going to be tempted to stay in tonight..”
Lucy took those words and teased her harder, nipping at her earlobe and kissing down to her collarbone, her hand creeping up to her breast.
YFN let herself enjoy it until her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and checked. It was an email from the company the girls had been talking about. With her permission, Katie had passed on her email to them at the hospital. Lucy looked over her shoulder and read with her.
“That’s positive… they want your resume and examples of the column you used to write?”
YFN nodded. “And it says the resume is only needed for the reference checks. They also say they’re excited to meet me because they’ve heard quote ‘wonderful and positive comments and recommendations from several players…’”
The girls must have talked her up to the company. She smiled at that, a little blush arising. Lucy noticed and kissed her cheek, YFN feeling that wide grin of hers. She pocketed her phone and turn in her arms, facing her girlfriend.
“I need something..”
“Please tell it’s sex, because I’m all in little one.” She leant down to kiss her and was stopped by YFN’s fingers on her lips.
“Actually, I need your WIFI password for my laptop?” She grinned. “I need to send this off before we leave for your parents.. but it’s nice to know you’re still sexually attracted to me with this hideous black eye and bandage.”
Lucy pulled her hand away from her lips and kissed that ‘hideous black eye’.
“You’re stunning.” She whispered huskily before giving that cheeky look of hers. “So… no sex?”
“I just can’t believe this!” Lucy’s mum, Diane, said, cradling YFN’s face to better look at her black eye. Lucy’s dad, Joaquim, was over Diane’s shoulder, adjusting his glasses and looking equally appalled.
“This… will scar?” He asked with a strong accent, gesturing to her bandage. He was Portugese, making Lucy half English-half Portugese.
YFN nodded.
“How big?”
Lucy was there then, pointing to where the line of stitches under the bandage were, roughly 3 inches long and dissecting the end of her eyebrow. They both winced.
“Do you remember it?” Diane asked.
“I remember most of it.. when the brick hit the window, I can’t remember anything from there on. I can’t remember the impact beyond pain. I can’t even remember Luce finding me. There’s patches in the car where I was in pain because she was holding my head on the way to the hospital, but only patches. I was a bit dazed.”
“She was a bit fuzzy the day after too, a little unsure on her feet. She’s much better now.” Lucy said, giving her a kiss on the shoulder. Lucy being so loving in front of her family made her heart swell.
They settled down to eat dinner, Lucy’s brother Jorge, his wife Charis and their kids arriving just on time. Lucy’s younger sister Sophie and her girlfriend also joined, it being YFN’s first time meeting them.
The Bronze family made her feel at home immediately, they were all so genuine and… odd almost. Like Lucy. But in the best way. At one point they were all sharing embarrassing stories from Lucy’s childhood, her mum bringing out photo albums, much to Lucy’s embarrassment. It was brilliant. YFN’s stomach was sore from laughing so hard. She also realised that they were all quite intelligent, especially Jorge. He and Lucy liked to challenge each other a lot. At one point YFN was helping Diane with the dishes, and was getting a little worried at how loud they were shouting at each other, the last 2 people standing in a card game. Lucy eventually won and made it known very loudly. Diane had laughed and told her it was quite normal when it came to anything competitive in the family.
They all joined in playing several card games, charades, and even answering quiz questions. Lucy refused to be teamed up with anyone other than YFN and dragged her around the room dancing and singing loudly whenever they won something, which was surprisingly often as YFN was so great at the quizzes that the family seemed impressed.
They played a lot with Lucy’s niece and nephew also, Alzira and Freddie.
“You love them a lot, don’t you?” YFN stated.
“They keep me grounded more than anything else in my life. They keep me so incredibly humble also.. when we’re in the stadiums, they’re not even impressed because they think it’s so normal. It really helped me during the World Cup in Australia.” She paused what she was doing, Alzira in between her legs playing with Lego. “I would have really liked to have known you when I was in Australia..”
YFN blushed under Lucy’s gaze, as she helped Freddie with his Lego piece. “I would have really liked to show you my country.”
“We still have a lot of time..”
“You’d want to see it?” YFN's eyes flicked excitedly to Lucy's green comforting ones.
“Of course! It’s your home. I want to see everything about your home that inspired you. Everything you were born and raised around. Anything you’d be excited to show me. And that includes your nan and brother.”
Just when she thought she couldn’t love her any more.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that actually.. I have a group call with my nan and brother tomorrow if you’d like to join? We try to do it every month. They already know about you, of course.”
Lucy grinned wide. “Yeah? I’d love that. Oh I can’t wait to ask for embarrassing stories they have about you, like the ones my family just roasted me with.”
Charis came over then. “Your mum wants some help with the TV? Something about an HDMI cord. I think she’s trying to play old videos of you…"
Lucy groaned and got up, Charis replacing her to sit behind Alzira. She smiled at YFN and they spoke a bit about the Bronze’s and life as a mum.
“Narla!” Freddie said suddenly, looking at Charis and opening and closing his fists.
“You miss Narla?”
The little kid nodded. “Narla!”
“You want to talk to her?”
“Yeah!”
Charis rolled her eyes at YFN who just grinned at the boy’s insistence. “He thinks Narla can answer the phone.” She whispered sneakily as she texted someone and then made a phone call, and suddenly Narla was on the end of the phone. Freddie grabbed the phone, grinning as he looked at the Westie on the other end. This was also the first time YFN had seen the dog as she watched from behind Freddie.
“Ohhh she’s so cute! I can’t wait to meet her!”
At the sound of her voice, the camera moved to a woman she recognised as Lucy’s ex, Keira Walsh.
“Oh!” Keira looked surprised. “Hi, YFN. I’ve heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you!”
YFN wasn’t expecting that at all, and she stumbled over her words before she managed to find something to say. “Oh… Keira! Hey. You’re… you’re back in Spain?”
“Yeah, yeah. Luce is lucky she got to stay in England a bit longer. It's for the best with her knee though and I know the family all missed her too.”
YFN nodded politely, her heart beating a little too fast. She was more than aware that Keira was Lucy’s best friend, and the most important person in her life besides her mum. She’d wanted to make a good impression when she first met her, and looking at herself in the phone, her reflection looked tired, with a big white bandage and hideous black eye. Not exactly the impression she’d wanted to make. And even worse, her thoughts were running more rampant than that. Keira was with Narla. She was basically on speed dial with the Bronze’s. And also.. Keira was in Lucy’s apartment?
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I wanna do these!!!
NSFW - Alphabet Challenge
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
(got these from @randomhyperson-main )
Sooo send me request (player and letters) and I will write some headcannons!
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BARCA GIRLS REQUESTS NOW PLEASE 🙈🙈😍😍
IM IN THE MOOD DONT LDT IT GO TO WASTE
I’D TAKE ANYYUING — INDIVIDIUDAL, COUPLES, KIDFOCS, SMUT, TEAM X READER ANYTHING
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Rachel Daly x Reader
Part Two: Dashed Hopes
AN: Shoutout to @yourwosogirly and @ac3may for helping me through the writers block this chapter gave me, ly 🧡
Turning up at camp and shuffling towards the building with your bags you couldn’t help but recognise the familiar blonde figure on the steps out front with her new beau. Too far across the car park to turn back without looking suspicious you had to keep walking, hoping to anything godly that neither would notice you. “Oh my god! (Y/n) is that you?” screeched the familiar voice of your ex best friend. Fuck. Time to put that Drama GCSE to good use! “Oh my god! Becky? I haven’t seen you in years!” you squealed in fake excitement as you pulled her in for a hug. “Wait.. you know each other?” Rachel seemed surprised yet extremely worried about the altercation that was happening in front of her. “Yeah we used to be besties, what happened to that?” Becky twirled her hair around her fingers as she pretended to forget why you fell out years ago. “You shagged our best mate’s boyfriend” you said bluntly, the fake smile wiped away and resting bitch face firmly back in her place. “And now you’re shagging my ex! Funny how things change aih.. unlike your clothes” tugging at the shirt hanging off of the brunette’s slim body. “Rach, you took my favourite shirt? I’ve been looking for this for weeks!” You knew exactly what you were doing but why the hell is she wearing your shirt? You wanted to rip it off her along with the extensions glued to her head. Unfortunately you have a reputation to uphold now and had to deal with things amicably, no matter how much you wanna hit her. “Wait, this is.. yours?!” Becky exclaimed disgusted at how she was wearing an ex’s shirt that she thought was her girlfriend’s. “Yeah.. Rach used to love me in this, didn’t you babe?” smiling sweetly and stroking Rachel’s arm, determined to wind them up as much as possible before you have to act professional until the end of August. Rachel visibly gulped as she scratched the back of her head which was her tell for when she was feeling awkward. “It’s sooo nice to see you both again, byeee!” Lies. Big fat lies. The extremely heavy sarcastic sweetness that rolled out of your mouth was undeniably two faced. You thought you’d be more hurt seeing them together but you kept your horoscope this morning at the forefront of your mind - you’ll be tested today but remember you’re better than them - couldn’t have been more true if it tried!
Strutting into the welcome meeting feeling like all the cards were in your hand, you were pleased to see some of your old friends again. There was a few you played with for England when you were younger and made your way over to sit with Georgia and Keira. Your overnight plane from America had only landed a few days ago and the jet lag was starting to catch up on you now - hoping Sarina’s talk would be quick so you could get some sleep. Your dreams of a few hours shut eye were quickly shattered, Sarina clearly hadn’t got the memo and bunked you up with none other than your ex. For fuck sake Sarina! Asking to have a quiet word with her after everyone left she said that if you found someone to swap with you could but was stern when she added “if you can’t work with her then we’re going to have to discuss your position on the team”. Brilliant. Get along with your run away bride or get kicked from the team, what an ultimatum. You’d been fighting to be recognised from over the pond for years, Rachel was gonna get a call up no matter where in the world she was but not you. You’d climbed the England ranks since 15 but knew moving to America would put your national career on the line. You were convinced you’d have made the senior team a lot sooner if you had stayed in the WSL.
Dragging your bags up to your room you stood with your hand on the door knob for some time before gathering up the courage to enter. You didn’t need to be nervous as the bags dumped on the bed told you Rachel had gone elsewhere. The luggage reminded you of how she would never unpack from travelling and it drove you insane. Busy sorting out your things you didn’t hear your ex enter until you came out of the bathroom. “Hey” she mumbled awkwardly as you both clocked each other. Moving your headphones to sit around your neck so you didn’t seem rude, “hi” you replied in a way that was unsure about how this was going to work. “I took this bed as I know you don’t like being next to the door but I can move if that’s changed” she said picking at her fingernails. You replied that you’re fine where you are and started listening to your music again while continuing to unpack. That was until your headphones died and threw them onto the bed disgruntled at how you’ve now got to listen to your ex breath the same air as you. Spending what felt like forever in silence until Rachel made the first move “I’ll get your shirt back to you” her voice somewhat perky like she was trying. There’s nothing you would want more, the way it was slightly faded and shrunk a little in the wash made it show your belly button. It was your old uni top and you loved how it reminded you of simpler times but your voice didn’t say that. “No it’s okay, it looks good on her” you shrugged, it wasn’t a lie per se but it wasn’t the whole truth - it deffo looks better on you and Rachel seemed to think so as well. “It looked good on you too” she said quietly looking over at you. Well you didn’t expect to hear that today! “Yeah it did, thats why it was my favourite” you hammered back with the same stiff eye contact she was giving you. “That’s why I kept it” she shrugged, “what to give to your next fiancée?”. Oops, that was meant to come out jokey but it deffo came out defensive and argumentative. “No, she wasn’t meant to find it” throwing her legs over the side of her bed and putting her face in her hands. “She tidied the house while I was out one day and found it, I couldn’t tell her it was yours. It still smelt of you and when I was sad I’d hold it. She washed it and put it on, I was so mad but I didn’t really have the right to be angry with her.” Rachel stood up from the bed “(y/n) I hate what I did to you, I just missed England so bad after the Euros, I needed to be with my family” she tried to win you over, to be honest the first part of her speech was quite cute but the last part hit a nerve. “I was your family too Rach, we were getting married! Do you know how humiliating that was for me? Calling all the suppliers, all of the guests, telling my family that my future wife had ran away? Just left me in a strange country you convinced me to move to!” your arms were flailing and your voice was raising. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to turn out this way!” she pleaded but you had seen red. “Then what the fuck did you mean to happen? You didn’t talk to me, you just left! You kissed me and said you loved me, waited til I fell asleep then fucked off on the first plane out of Texas!” you yelled. “I’m not proud of my actions” she said approaching you from across the floor “(y/n) let me explain, please sit down” grabbing your hand and trying to guide you towards the bed but you were determined not to get pulled into her sob story and snatched your arm away. “Your time for explaining was the minute you thought about leaving, now get the fuck out my face!” Pushing past her to reach the door, maybe you should have taken the bed closer to it for a quicker escape.
Bursting into Millie and Mary’s room where some of the others had gathered, “eurgh!” you bellowed making your entrance known “someone swap with me! I can’t stay in that room with her!” pleading with your teammates. “(Y/n), you’re gonna have to get along with her for the sake of the team” Mary tried to reason with you. “I could do that a lot better by not bunking with her” begging the girls to swap rooms with you but they were all settled and didn’t want to move their stuff again. “Millie please, you’re her best friend why wouldn’t you wanna bunk with her? I’ll do your laundry until we leave” trying to bribe your ex’s best friend. “I think it’ll be good for you two to talk things over” she said taking you in for a hug. You sighed feeling defeated, “what’s there to talk about? She set up a transfer without telling me and waited until she could disappear in the night! I’d rather sleep on the pitch!” throwing yourself back onto her bed in frustration. “That’s not what she said went down” Millie said confused. “Well that’s exactly what happened!” you projected around the room. “She said you broke up with her after she moved?” Mary said quizzically. How did she think the truth wouldn’t come out? Why did she tell everyone I broke up with her? “That’s absolute bollocks, you believed that? You know I loved her more than anything! I would have come home too, I wouldn’t have moved there in the first place if it wasn’t for her!” curling yourself up into a ball as the tears started to run again. “Okay, I’ll swap alright but you still need to try and get on with her.” Millie turned empathetic and stroked your back giving you comfort.
Knocking on the door Rachel was surprised to see Millie standing there with her bags. “Why did you tell us (y/n) broke up with you?” pushing past her to get inside the room. Rachel couldn’t believe you’d got someone to swap with you and that the truth was out, rolling her eyes acting like you were the one being childish. “Can you blame her for swapping?” Millie’s arms folded, sticking up for injustice came easy to her. “It was just simpler, I didn’t think she’d be here” Rachel was pacing the floor trying desperately to figure out a way to wriggle out of the mess she had made. “You didn’t think she’d get called up so you thought you’d never have to see her again? She’s an amazing player Rach, you thought you could leave your old life behind and never get found out! I’m your best friend, why did you lie to me?” Millie’s voice was raised, she was protective of the first time campers especially ones that had been wronged by someone she holds so close. “Because I knew you’d hate me!” Rachel’s eyes started to fill up with tears as she felt interrogated. “I wouldn’t hate you Rach, I’m disappointed though! You just left in the middle of the night? She was gonna be your wife!” Millie was getting more and more irate with every word that was coming out of her best friend’s mouth. “I know! I’m sorry!” Rachel yelled across the room at her. “And who the fuck is this new bird? You do know Sarina told her she’s got to get on with you to stay on the team right? You’ve put her whole career in jeopardy and she’s a bigger person than I would be cause I would have knocked you out by now!”
“Look, I don’t need both of you yelling at me okay. I know what I did was shitty but I have my reasons, no one will let me explain!” she pleaded to have her side heard. As much as Millie didn’t want to give Rachel the time of day, she was inquisitive of why she did what she did. The defender threw herself onto the bed and patted the mattress beside her for Rach to scooch in. No matter how much she was mad at her right now, she knew she must have had a good reason.
Part Three
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About time | Keira Walsh x Lioness!Reader
Where your feelings for one of your best friend's finally comes to light.
My first Keira fic for her birthday, hope you like it :) @scribblesofagoonerr thank you for the idea!
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Keira's birthday fell during England training camp this year, this meant that the focus wouldn't really be on her as everyone was busy training, but you wanted her day to be special, so you started planning some things.
Your roommate Leah watched you call around, plan, and organise everything. “You're doing an awful lot for Kei's birthday.” The captain commented, hinting at an underlying reason for you to be putting so much effort into one of your best friend's birthday while none of the rest of the group was making a big deal out of it, but you just shrugged, “She deserves her day to be about her and not just football.” Leah knowingly shook her head. “Sure, you're right.” It was known amongst most of the team that you had feelings for the midfielder, even when you had never spoken those words out loud.
You would have training in the morning, so your plan was to take Keira, along with Leah, Georgia, and Lucy to some tourist attractions around the city you were currently staying in. Making the reservations for the attractions and dinner. The girls were all in on your plan, only Kiera didn't know about it. Your plans weren't until late, because you would have a plane to catch in the morning.
After an intense training session, everyone sat down for lunch together. Happy birthday was sung for the birthday girl, before everyone dug into their food. During dinner Sarina asked for everyone's attention. “Listen up team, there has been a change in our schedule. Our flight for tomorrow has been cancelled, so we're taking an earlier flight today. Let’s finish lunch within half an hour and then pack our bags and head out.” At the news you dropped your sandwich and walked out of the room, Leah and Lucy were quick to follow. “Everything is ruined.” Say as you notice them following you into the hallway. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure you can get a refund on the reservations you made.” Lucy tried reassuring you. “It’s not about the money, Luce.” Leah decides to push it, “Then what is going on, they’re just some activities, I’m sure we can do something else after we land.”
“Because I love her, and she deserves the perfect birthday day.” The words leave your mouth before you even realise. Your eyes widened when you saw that Georgia and Keira had joined. The latter her eyes had widened at your confession too. “Lucy, Leah, let’s go pack our bags.” Georgia grabbed both their arms before they could say no.
As Georgia whisked away Lucy and Leah, you felt your nerves kick in. What was Keira thinking? Her face was hard to read, you could read a mix of surprise, confusion, and a slight warmth. “You.. you love me?” She finally spoke, her voice filled with uncertainty.
You weren’t able to meet your best friend’s eyes, too nervous about what her expression had changed to. “Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to find out this way, and definitely not on your birthday. Today is supposed to be about you, and I ruined it.” Keira steps forward, and slowly reaches out to touch your arm. “You didn’t ruin anything, if anything you made it unforgettable.” You allow yourself to meet her gaze. “Yeah?” Keira nods, “Best birthday present ever.”
A wave of relief washes over you, you hadn’t expected Keira’s response. But what did it mean? As if she could read your mind, Keira spoke again. “For what it’s worth, I feel the same way.” Your breath catches in your throat, “You do?”
Keira nods, and moves even closer to you. She looks between your eyes and your lips, when she sees you do the same, she leans in and presses her lips gently on yours. You kiss her back instantly, you had imagined this moment many different times, but the way her lips moved against yours was better than you could have ever imagined.
You break apart when you hear shuffling on the other side of the door. She grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevators. “I think we have a plane to catch.” You follow her with a smile, and a happy heart. “There is actually one more thing that could make this the perfect birthday.” She said nervously once you entered the elevator. This immediately piqued your interest, you wanted her to have the best birthday ever. “Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?” Your smile grows impossibly larger. “Yes, I would love to.”
Hand in hand you walk into your shared hotel room, only to find the rest of the girls all staring back at you. “Does this mean…” Leah asks hopefully. “That she’s my girlfriend? Yes it does.” You say while squeezing Keira’s hand. Saying that out loud for the first time sounded so right. The three of them congratulate you with hugs before G interrupts the get together. “I hate to break the love birds up, but you two need to pack your bags.”
The two of you walk into the main entrance of the hotel hand in hand, which does not go unnoticed by your fellow teammates. “Is this finally happening?” Beth asks for all the wondering minds.”Yes it is.” Keira puts her arm around you and kisses your head. “It was about damn time!” Beth giggles, and earns a few comments in agreement. “Alright team, let’s head to the airport.” You're escorted back to the bus that will take you to the airport, and you not once let go of Keira’s hand, not caring what the public saw. You were happy, and nothing could break your little bubble.
As you boarded the bus with Keira by your side, a newfound sense of elation filled your heart. Despite the sudden change in plans and the unexpected confession, the day had unfolded in a way you could never have imagined. Keira's smile was all the confirmation you needed that your feelings were reciprocated, and as the bus hummed with the chatter of your teammates, you couldn't help but steal glances at her, revelling in the warmth of her hand in yours, and what the future would hold for the both of you.
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y/n_y/l/n: Some would say this was long awaited. Who would've thought revealing your feelings would mean you get the girl. Happy birthday @keirawalsh x
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Hey I have an idea if you don't mind. Maybe inspire on Kiera dancing an her teammates are making fun bc her dancing skills but then reader decide to teach her how to dance properly (imagine the reader are for LATAM or Spain and dances very well) (could be footballer too)
https://twitter.com/yulirat/status/1644726393199120386?t=gc9r1HHobfYWbWgEZ2LYrQ&s=19
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yours - keira walsh
Euphoria. Thats the only word you can use to describe the feeing of winning the champions league. The months of training had been worth it. Every drop of sweat, every tear had led you to this moment. When you hear the final whistle you are searching for Keira. Your Keira. Well not yours but sometimes if you stopped thinking so much you could imagine that she was yours. Every lingering touch and whisper that was for you and you only made it especially hard to stop your imagination running away from you.
She had joined barcelona a few months ago and once she saw you she was truly amazed at how someone could be so beautiful. Cameras didnt do your long full eyelashes, your lips, your perfectly carved eyebrows, your smile, your cheeks, your dimples, your freckles or your eyes justice. You were undoubtedly the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life. If the only thing she did while at barcalona was get to know you she would’ve been absolutely fine with it.
“Y/N!” You hear shouted out from your favourite girl. You quickly turn around and run up to her to jump into her arms. You place your forehead against hers and just take in the moment with your favourite person. Your suddenly pulled away from your moment by Mapi who had jumped onto the both of you sending you tumbling onto the grass. “MARIA!” you yell out at her while standing up helping keira get to her feet before chasing her yelling at her while laughing at your friend. “TE ODIO” is the last thing she hears from you before her attention is pulled away from you by Lucy clearing her throat behind her. “Still in denial?” she asks amusement evident in her tone. “Leave it.” Keira threatened the taller girl “But im not.” she whispered while walking away from her to the rest of the team so she can celebrate, and maybe be closer to you.
“Ella es muy hermosa. Imagínanos juntos, entonces podríamos tener citas dobles.” Keira hears you whisper to Mapi. With her limited spanish knowledge all she knew you were talking about was double and imagining something. “Hi” she says quietly, not acting like herself, to the both of you. “Hola.” you and mapi say in unison you turning red at the fear of the girl infront of you knowing what you just said. “Im going to go see ingrid, bye.” mapi says sending you a wink. “Do you have the address of where were going tonight?” Keira asks urgently here eyebrows beginning to furrow. “Sí, will i send it to you?” You ask the girl who quickly thanks you as you look down at her figeting hands that are beginning to pick at the skin on them. “Dios mío keira stop that.” you say while grabbing one of her cold hands in your contrasting warm ones. You notice there was a small cut that was bleeding on her ring finger. “Keira ill get you a plaster i have one in my bag. Vamos.” you say while holding her hand and and slightly dragging her with you. Once you make it into the changing room you were both the first in there. You sit her down in your spot of the bench and look through your bag while mumbling something under your breath that keira couldn’t quite understand. “Ok i have it.” You say while holding it up as if it was a trophy. Keira just laughs at you with what Lucy described as heart eyes. You kneel down in front of her and slightly spread her legs without realising and resting your arms on her thighs. You inspect the cut very close your body weight starting to lean heavily on Keiras thighs as she tenses at the contact with you. You place the bright pink plaster on her finger with a kiss. “Ok perfecta Keeks, vamos!” you say excitedly while dragging her back to the pitch to continue the celebrations with your teammates.
“Ven aquí girls!” you hear your captain Alexia shout over to the rest of the team. “Tonight we will go out to celebrate. See you later girls.” She says authoritively to the group. “Sí captina, gracias!” you say to your friend while hanging off her side and placing a kiss to her cheek, keiras eyes followed your movements as if it would be the last time she would ever see you. “Keira!” She hears being shouted into her ear by no one but her fellow english player. “You alright keira?” Lucy asks tentatively following her gaze to you. “Fine.” she mumbles shortly to her friend. “You do realise they are just friends, right? Ale is taken anyway.” lucy says while placing a reassuring hand to her friends back. “I know but i wish i could get that type of attention from her.” Keira pulls her eyes away from you and finally looks up to her friends worried expression. Lucy pulls her smaller friend into a hug to help comfort her even though she knew deep down the only hug that could get her to stop thinking about this was yours.
Later on at the bar you were all dressed up, out of your usual tracksuits anyway, and had completely forgotten about any responsibility that you had the next day too focused on the present. The beat of the music almost shaking the room while warm bodies pressed aginst eachother due to the amount of people being there. once you arrive, you are quickly escorted to a more private room with less than half the amount of people in it. Your main goal was to find Keira. Your keira. You were looking around the room, trying not to get caught up in a conversation but soon enough Mapi had distracted you and you both ended up on the dance floor.
Unknown to you this was a plan that had been set up between Lucy and Mapi after they had told eachother about each of your feelings for the other. The plan was to have you and Mapi out dancing together, and then Lucy and Keira would join you both. After all four of you stayed together for a while Lucy and Mapi would come up with an excuse to leave you both there, alone. They just hoped everything would go how they wanted it to.
You and Mapi were dancing to whatever song was on getting lost in the beat of the music you not realising that she was slowing edging you both closer to Keira and Lucy. Once you saw the girls you let out a squel of excitement and drag Mapi over to them. “Hola chicas!” you yell happily at the girls infront of you. “Hey!” they say in unison laughing sightly at your excitement as the four of you continue dancing you suddenly hear a yell of “Woah keira whipped out the best moves tonight!” in reference to the english girls awkward dancing while she was next to you. Your head snaps towards her wanting to see exactly what she was doing. But instead you were greeted with a red faced girl standing rigidity beside you looking down at her feet. “Woah walsh forgot how good you are at dancing!” You hear ingrid say to her while wrapping an arm around her shoulder as you all begin to laugh at her, her blush growing darker by the second. Mapi quickly goes over to ingrid and removes her arm from around Keira. “Vamos Ingrid, deja a la chica en paz. ¿Recuerdas el plano?” You hear her say to her girlfriend. “Shit, sí. Lo siento Mapi.” she replies quickly. “¿Que plano Maps?” you question the girl slightly approaching the two. “dejarnos solos.” mapi says jokingly to you while pushing you backwards making you stumble into who would guess, Keira. You turn yourself into her and look up at her slightly flushed face through your eyelashes. “Hola guapa.” you say softly to the girl loving being close to her. “Hi” she breathes out. “Let me see your dance moves Keira.” You say laughing slightly as keira puts her head into her hands becoming embarrassed once again. “Come on let me teach you bebe.” You say while placing your hands on her hips a sudden wave of confidence taking over your body. “Y/n where do i put my hands?” she asks shyly. “aquí mismo.” you say under your breath while placing her hands on your shoulders. “Perfecta, keira. Move your hips more. Your too tense.” You say while eyeing her body up and down. You pulled her flush into your body and move her hips in time with yours with your hands. You keep her flush against you so your bodies move in sync with eachothers as you feel her move her hands from your shoulders to your waist. You place your head against her chest tucking it under her chin as your hands go around her neck. You pull away from her after a few minutes keeping close to her. “¿estas bien?” You whisper to the girl that was looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite read. “Im good, really good y/n. Can i tell you a secret?” she whispers back to you. “Sí. you can tell me anything.” “I think i have a crush on someone.” she says moving ever so slightly closer to you. “¿quién es?” you question the girl returning the action of moving closer to her. “i think you know who.” she replies cockiness evident in her tone. “i think so.” you say while closing the the small space between you.
It was everything you would ever wish for and more from a kiss with the english girl. Her arms fell further down onto your ass as she pushes her hips into yours. Your hand cups her cheek and lightly strokes it. The other pushes her closer to you by her neck deepening the kiss. Her tongue touches against your soft lips asking for entrance, you grant her it as her tongue begins to explore your mouth with a passion you had never once experienced before.
You regretfully pull away from her once the lack of air became a problem. “So who is the girl?” you ask her with a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you place your forehead against hers.
You pull away when you both realised you had spent at least half an hour just standing in the middle of a big group of people in eachothers presence whispering sweet nothings to eachother. She grabs your hand as you both walk over to the rest of the team that had been talking about the pair of you getting together since keira came to barcelona. “Hi girls!” Keira says to the group now the more confident one as you grip her bicep standing slightly behind her. “hello lovergirls!” Lucy yells out to the pair of you as a crimson colour takes over both of your faces. “Im so glad our plan worked Lucy!” you hear mapi yell out. “Mapi! You little liar, you said there was no plan! te odio!” you yell as she starts to run away from your angry glare at her as you begin to follow her yelling something in spanish after her. Keira just watches the scene, that occurred far too often, with adoration for the small spanish girl that she saw chase Mapi around at least once a day.
Soon enough you walk back over to keira and place your arms around her waist as she was facing away from you. “Hola.” you say to her. “hi” she says turning around to face you. “estoy tan feliz soy tuyo.” “what?” she asks her limited spanish knowledge showing. “Learn spanish and then you will know mi amor.” you say while cupping her face and lean in for another perfect kiss.
no cause i genuinely hate this sm the idea was so good i just couldnt write it and i had to rewrite about five times
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It’s Wonze request. Lucy Bronze and Keira Walsh.
Set when Kiera has her first training session with Barca. The entire team be training and none of them knew that Keira was gonna be there yet so like the Barca teams reaction to Keira being there and Lucy being quite emotional to see Kiera after awhile.
So this I will have to decline. I think it is a definite good idea just not for me.
The first being that I haven’t been keeping up with really any team outside of the USWNT lately and I mean for like a whole year. So I would have to brush up quite a bit on all of the overseas players.
The other reason is that I don’t really write for just two players if that make sense? I mainly stick to reader inserts. I’ll do poly stuff but it’s always with a reader insert as well.
I do think this would be a really cool idea though. I just don’t think I’m the writer for this imagine. My suggestion would be to find other writers that you like and ask them if they would be open to writing this idea.
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To Blog or Not to Blog?
“You should start a diary and write about your experiences. It may help people going through the same thing.”
Honestly? If there’s one thing I discovered about this diagnosis, it’s that it makes me pretty damn selfish. I don’t want to help other people (not just yet, anyway). But putting some thoughts down about this time in my life may be of some sort of therapeutic value, and I do want to help myself.
(Maybe for once, saving the world can wait. Do you remember how, soon after the pandemic hit, people stopped avoiding plastic and single-use items? When your health is at risk, suddenly rainforests and polar bears and the planet are deprioritised- not that anyone will admit to this. But this is my diary and I can say what I want!* Writing for myself it is.)
Having established my less-than-Mother-Theresa-like reasons for this blog, my conscience cleared, it’s time to start. This is where the Lifetime movie shows me, in a half daze, mellowed out on drugs while they sew a mediport into my chest to start administering chemicals. A fast lane to my bloodstream. A docking station. The soundtrack? Hopefully ‘Across The Universe’ by the Beatles (possibly Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. If I get a say in it, I veto The Walrus) Time to pump this body full of drugs that’ll make my hair fall out.
Wait, what?
Voice Over: “Yep. That’s me. You’re probably wondering what I am doing here…” //record scratch - freeze frame - fast rewind to the psychedelic outtro of A Day In The Life//
Two months ago, during rub-a-dub-in-the-tub (less naughty than it sounds, was just washing myself), my mind inexplicably went to an episode of Beverly Hills 90210, s1 (aired in 1992- yes, I am that old), where Brenda Walsh has a breast cancer scare. I say inexplicably, because my usual shower fantasies do not include Ms Shannon Doherty - if I was going to pick a shower lady, I’d opt for Charlize Theron, Kiera Knightly or Winona Ryder in their short-hair phases, but that is neither here nor there.
Say what you want for 90s television- weird outfits and ponytails notwithstanding, in their AfterSchoolSpecial PSA way, they dedicated a whole scene to the girls giving themselves a breast exam, including how-to instructions**, and eventhough I was only 11 years old when I saw it, I remembered what to do, and for the last 30 years, every now and then I have randomly carried it out while wondering how I always preferred Brandon over Dylan and how my tastes have changed over time.
But this time - my hand actually found something.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself down the same way I did after finding spots on my skin, lumps on my head and every time I sneezed since covid-19; by telling myself to fucking snap out of my hypochondria tendencies. One cannot go to the doctor every damn day after all. Breast tissue is pretty lumpy and I assumed it was just imaginary. I made an appointment to see a therapist, and put it out of my mind until a few weeks later, when one of the kids came crashing down on me (literally) and faceplanted in my boob (as they do).
Now this always hurts af, but it just hurt that little more that day, so that I grabbed the appendage in question and went “WHAT THE--!” And I felt it again- the lump, more defined than a few weeks before.
Cue a lot more freaking out than the first time, and after a sleepless night, imagining what my funeral would look like (as one does), I decided to go to the gynocologist the same day or risk never to sleep again.
After a long wait and an ultrasound, my doctor assured me that while there really was a mass, it had every indication of being benign. We should keep an eye on it. If I was worried, I could schedule a second screening, but would not likely get an appointment before April. I scheduled one and tried to focus on preparing our first lockdown Christmas.
But over the holidays, the lump started hurting, even when I wasn’t poking it or having a kid catapult themselves into my chest. I’d be Netflix and Chilling, and suddenly - ZAP - like someone stuck a hot needle into it. Repeatedly. My nipple would go numb or start tingling like a bodypart that fell asleep. It freaked me out, and in the new year, I realised I couldn’t wait until April - I had to get it checked out again or I may worry myself to death.
My gynocologist did another ultrasound and again, told me not to worry. I told her it was way too late for that as I had been worried for weeks, and I wanted the thing biopsied (they gave Brenda Walsh one too, after all! It’s the only way to be 100% sure). She referred me to the hospital. At the description of my symptoms, I could come directly, and the radiologist told me in no unclear terms: “I will not let you leave this room until we draw blood and take several biopsies.” Okay- not exactly what one wants to hear at that point, but at the same time, I figured knowing would be better than guessing by the shape of it.
Test results took a week. I went in, being prepared to be told (like Brenda) it was a harmless clump of random cells or a cyst we could have removed like a wart. Only it wasn’t. It was breast cancer, an aggressive, fast-growing kind, and had I waited until April, that could have had disastrous consequences.
While the doctor explained we now needed to determine the scope of the spread and take more tissue to determine what kind of chemo (if any) could be applied, all my 2020-PTSD brain could think was:
“.............of course”.
Didn’t hear much of what she said afterwards.
Another harrowing 4 days went by, with a CT screening with contrast solutions that gave me an intense stomach ache as well as a migraine, and finally, a fully rounded diagnosis and treatment advice could be made.
Thankfully, all my organs as well as lymphnodes were clear, so it appears to be a localised tumor. And here we are - to fight this thing with chemicals and then cut out whatever is left. Genetics testing to see about the likelihood of a recurrency (and a possible double mastectomy if so - ‘pulling an Angelina Jolie’, ‘not saving the tatas’, insert ‘Think About It meme’...can’t have breast cancer if you don’t have breasts! THINK ABOUT IT***).
Chances are good. I need to cling to that while I wait for this port and treatment to start. I have accepted the inevitable hair loss, have scheduled a ritual ‘crazy hair cutting party’ with my kids for this weekend (as I would rather shave it off in one go than clean up clumps and strands over the course of weeks and look like Gollum), and I have sewn several funny little hats for inside wear and ‘going out’ (though where will I be going in pandemic, idk).
I was going to end this post on a light and happy note - but I must admit my confidence just took a really big hit in real time, as I googled how to spell Shannon’s last name for this blog entry and found out that she was treated for breast cancer in 2015, initially succesfully, but it reappeared metastasized in 2020 (again: ‘of course...when else’) and she is now in stage IV. Fuck 2020.
What are the odds that the woman whose character made me discover my own breast cancer is now, in fact, dying of the same disease? This will surely haunt me for a long time to come.
More tomorrow? Or soon? It may take a while. Until then: outro to It’s Getting Better.
*also for the record I would like to state that I’ve sewn my own masks from upcycled pillowcases and continued using fruit- and vegetable nets to avoid plastic; maybe that makes up for me being utterly selfish at the moment. Karma +1?
** https://youtu.be/pkgYXITkrfw (the scene from BH 90210)
***cis men / trans women without breasts can also get breast cancer (even though it’s rare) so this meme doesn’t really hold up, but that’s the whole point of the meme ;)
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Imagine if Chelsea did manage to get Kiera Walsh though, that would be such a power move. Kind of like Lyon going for Endler. Who knows, hasn’t she been at City since she was 17? She’s coming into her prime years, maybe she’ll want to try something different at some point if there are offers (most likely in another league, but still).
yea we need a younger defensive midfielder to work under Sophie so we can manage sophies minutes and work towards the future
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Comfortember 2023: 20 (Barca)
20. Shopping
Kiera wakes up in the middle of the night, stumbling towards the bathroom in the dark. On her way back to bed, noticing a dim light coming from the living room, she follows it.
Upon entering the room, she sees Lucy on the sofa, laptop in front of her. The woman is clearly stressed, glasses on and hair pulled up into an extremely messy bun. She’s gripping a mug in one hand, fingers turning white from the pressure.
“You might want to put that down,” Kiera’s voice breaks the silence, the sound startling both of them.
Somehow, Lucy doesn’t drop the mug in shock, managing to set it onto the coaster on the nearby table. She looks to where Kiera’s leaning against the doorway, tiredly smiling at her.
“What are you doing up? I thought you were still asleep,”
“I was, but I needed to use the bathroom. Figured I would come investigate when I saw the light on,” Kiera shrugs, “what are you doing up?”
Lucy sighs, shutting the lid on her computer, “it’s probably silly, I don’t know.”
Kiera walks over, curling up on the sofa next to Lucy, “it can’t be that silly, it’s got you up at 3 in the morning.”
“I was just trying to order some things online,” Lucy says vaguely.
Kiera raises an eyebrow, “it’s clearly more than that.”
Lucy takes a breath, “you know the new player, Y/N? I noticed before practice yesterday that her boots were worn down, they’re so close to being held together with tape. And she put fruit into her bag during lunch- which is totally fine- but then I worried that it might be all she had to eat overnight. Cause I never see her eating any granola bars or anything before practice, like loads of the girls do. And, I don’t know, something seems off and she’s so young, Ki- I just want to help her. I was trying to get her some new boots and some snacks, some other little things like that. I’m probably just reading into it too much.”
Kiera’s face is soft watching Lucy ramble.
“I love you so much, you know that? You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.”
Lucy blushes at the compliment.
“I get it,” Kiera agrees, “about Y/N, I mean, something does seem off. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but I think you’re right to help. How about we have her over for dinner after practice tomorrow? Today, technically. We’ll sit down and talk with her, figure out how we can help.”
Lucy nods, thoughtfully, “I’d really like that.”
“Good. Now, let’s get some sleep and we can finish this order in the morning.”
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I literally want all of my favorite young players to go play for FCB Femení and I honestly don't know why besides that fact that they're probably my favorite women's pro team. But seriously, imagine Mallory Pugh, Jessie Fleming, and Ashley Sanchez playing together at Barcelona. They all fit the style of play and it would be like UCLAWS all over again except Mal wouldn't leave. And what if Deyna Castellanos, Delphine Cascarino, Ellie Carpenter, and Kiera Walsh played in La Liga too? There's multiple other young players on my radar but it's too soon for me to really figure out where I'd love for them to play lol. If Real Madrid got a women's team though, they would probably become my favorite (or at least second favorite). Like imagine if Christen Press and Sam Kerr played for their favorite team on the women's side? (Not sure they'd want to leave their girlfriend's though but their girlfriend's would fit right in to a Real Madrid women's team.) Anyways, this was another rant that you can ignore, I'm really tired
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Whumptober 2023: 31 (Barca)
No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”
Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”
When you signed for Barca, you had the advantage of already knowing Lucy and Keira. You had played with them on the national team for almost a year before you transferred, so you weren’t going in completely unknowingly. It just so happened that the two of them had an extra room in their apartment that they loaned to you.
It was temporary, something all three of you knew. And you kept that promise, finding your own apartment and moving out. Still, you spent at least one night a week at Keira and Lucy’s home. Usually, it was more.
You were crashing at their apartment tonight after insisting that you were too tired to drive home after dinner. It was a blatant excuse, but all of you agreed that it was purely for safety reasons.
The three of you were tangled on the sofa, a movie playing in the background. You weren’t sure what it was, your eyes heavy as the soundtrack blurred into a soothing melody. You fall asleep easily.
Towards the end of the movie, the other women notice you starting to move slightly in your sleep. With gentle hands, they try to stop your movements. It doesn’t work, as you start murmuring, your face scrunching.
Your movement and speaking both become more frantic, the women recognizing quickly that you must be having a nightmare. They speak calmly and soothe you with warm hands, but you’re too far into the nightmare to go back to a peaceful slumber. It’s clear you’re only getting out of this by waking up.
Lucy pulls you up under your arms, resting your limp body against her chest. She wraps her arms tightly around you, holding you close. Keira scoots to be directly in front of the two of you now, one hand holding yours together while the other brushes your hair back.
As they continue their ministrations, you awake with a start. Your breathing catches and sobs quickly fill the air.
“You’re alright, you’re alright,” Lucy whispers from her spot behind you, “you’re safe.”
“Take big breaths,” Keira prompts you, “good girl. Keep taking those breaths for me, yeah?”
They stay with you as you come down from the nightmare induced panic attack. Lucy keeps you in her arms, Keira’s hand having moved to cup your face. You’re safe.
As your senses begin to come back to you, you start trying to shift out of their grasp. There’s no good reason, but your mind isn’t fully functioning at this point.
“Take it easy, darling,” Lucy coos, “stay right here with us.”
You can only nod in response, pressing your head back into her chest.
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Whumptober 2023: 4 (ENGWNT)
No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”
Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”
“Y/N?” you hear someone ask through the door, “are you in there?”
You don’t respond, not wanting one of your teammates to see you in this position. Even worse, not wanting your capitan to see you curled up in a ball with tears streaming down your face.
“Sweetheart, I need to know that you’re okay,” Leah says again, “if you don’t answer me, I’m going to get the key. Just let me know that you’re safe.”
You take a few deep breaths, trying to prevent your voice from shaking,
“I’m fine. Go back to the game.”
You hear a thump on the door followed by a sliding sound. You knew that Leah was not sitting against the door.
“You’re more important than the game, please let me in.”
As much as you want to resist, you’re craving the comfort that you know she’ll give you. So, slowly, you scoot to the door, unlocking it. You don’t make any move to open the door, but you know Leah can hear the lock disengaging.
“Good girl,” Leah says, the relief palpable in her voice, “you’re doing so well. Can I come in now?”
In response, you turn the knob, allowing the door to fall open a crack. Leah pushes it open enough to squeeze into the room, shutting the door behind her. She looks at you, eyes raking over your red eyes and tear stained face. Without a word she reaches forward, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.
“I’m so sorry- so, so sorry- that happened to you. It was disgusting and unsportsmanlike, and I already heard Sarina talking to their coach. We’re going to figure this all out, yeah?”
You nod slightly, unconvinced. Leah notices. She pulls you closer until you’re in her lap, wrapping an arm around your head and resting it on her chest. She rocks gently, smiling and giving you a small squeeze as you relax into her hold.
“We’ve got you, kiddo, always.”
“I know,” you say quietly but with full belief.
“Good, good- we are all so proud of you. What do you say we get out of here and back to the locker room? Lucy and Kiera are going to have an absolute fit if you’re not safely in their arms soon.”
You giggle at that, the sound a refreshing change from your previous tears. Leah squeezes you tightly one more time before pushing herself off the floor and standing up. She reaches a hand down for you. Taking a breath and preparing yourself, you grab her hand and trust her fully.
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Comfortember 2023: 4 (Barca)
4. Warmth
You were so appreciative of everyone who came to your games. So, even if it was freezing cold and raining, you made sure to sign as many jerseys and take as many pictures as you could.
You finally made it back to the locker room after almost a half hour talking to fans. Most of your other teammates had already gotten a quick shower and dressed in warm, dry clothes by that point. You were still shivering.
Lucy greets you with a smile that quickly turns into a frown.
“You’re soaked!” she exclaims, “hurry and hop into the shower. You need to warm up.”
You don’t need convincing, hurrying to allow the hot water to shock your nerves. You shower quickly as you know the hot water is nearing an end, drying and putting on a sweatsuit. You’re still freezing cold.
You walk back into the almost empty locker room, seeing only Kiera and Lucy sitting on a bench and talking quietly. Walking over to them, you attempt to squeeze yourself in between them. The women laugh at your efforts but move to allow you to cuddle between them for warmth. They could see the blue tinge on your lips and the shivers racking your frame, and they knew they needed to fix the problem. Lucy drapes her coat over the top of you as Kiera pulls a hat over your head, being sure to cover your ears. You wanted to roll your eyes at how overprotective they were being, but you loved it.
Knowing that the relatively cool locker room and hard bench weren’t the ideal place to achieve an ideal body temperature, they allow you to rest for a minute before nudging you up and towards the door. Lucy grabs the pile of bags that the two had collected earlier while Kiera wraps an arm around you and pulls you to her side. The three of you hurry to the car.
You climb into the backseat, surprised when Kiera follows you. You aren’t complaining, though, as she allows you to rest against her and steal her body heat. The drive back to their home is short, but you can feel your eyes dropping quickly.
Once you arrive, Lucy opens the door nearest you and reaches her arms down. Gladly, you allow her to pick you up, your still icy finger digging into her skin. You hide your face in her neck to avoid the cold breeze. This time, you leave Kiera with the bags.
If you’re at all fazed by not being at your apartment, you don’t show it. You allow Lucy to carry you inside like you had lived there all your life. With how often you were over, you did basically live there.
Lucy settles you on a chair in the living room, pulling a blanket over your head. Giggling, you rip it off and wrap it around you. She quickly pulls the sofa out into a bed, tasking the newly arrived Kiera with gathering sheets. The two quickly put the fitted sheet on, tossing blankets and pillows on to make a nest in the middle.
“Alright, I think we’re all ready. Y/N/N, are you coming?” Lucy asks.
Pushing your luck, you raise your arms to her. Groaning, she picks you up, walks two steps, then drops you onto the mattress.
“Thanks, Luce!” you smile cheekily.
Kiera comes over and the two shoo you back to the middle as they climb in on either side. You snuggle in between the two women and under the large pile of blankets, and you can feel some of your usual warmth returning.
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